I had a brief flash of inspiration last night as I was lying in bed and came up with a blog topic that was pretty much the best idea ever. It had everything – laughter, tears, mouth-watering descriptions of chocolate cake – and I’m pretty sure I could have turned it into a novel that would eventually be made into a movie starring Anne Hathaway and Nicolas Cage. The thing is, though, I didn’t write it down and now I can’t remember. Instead, I’ll leave you with this:
It was pointed out to me yesterday that I neglected to share one of the most shameful of my shameful secrets: I watched every single episode of Newlyweds: Nick & Jessica. I will also confess to this: I was very, very sad and disappointed when Mike emailed me at work to tell me they had announced they were getting divorced. The way Nick not only put up with her craziness and selfishness and inability to perform even the most basic tasks of daily living, but also seemed to get a little bit of joy or satisfaction from her quirks and failures made it clear to me that he really loved her. If he loved her, really truly loved her, even though she was a self-centred airhead who couldn’t cook, spent too much money on ridiculous underwear, and couldn’t properly differentiate between seafood and poultry, doesn’t that give hope to the rest of us?
I know for me, personally, the fact that he didn’t immediately head to the lawyer’s office when she broke a vase on the floor and said she didn’t know if they had a broom or not was a great comfort to me when I had to call Mike and confess that our neighbour had called me at work and wanted to borrow our vacuum cleaner and I didn’t know where we kept it or what colour it was.
(For those keeping score at home, we currently store it in the spare room and it is kind of a dark green colour.)